This story is written in the view of my favorite OC, Jaws. Who, naturally, is originally based off of me. I’m just writing this to get it out of my system, so I kinda don’t want any critique on it.

I happen to like it, so that’s why I’m posting it. You can review if you want, but I’m writing ‘cause I can.

-Jaws

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“EEEEEYAAAAAGH!”

There are some things in this world that just make you jump about thirty feet in the air. There aren’t many of these, but the scream of a woman who just spotted your wolf ears under your not so conveniently placed hat is one of them.

Yeah, running away is fun.

“DEMON! STOP HER!”

Well at least they’ve acknowledged me as female. That’s always nice. It’s not that it’s not obvious, you know. It’s just that for some reason, as a demon, I’m named an ‘it’ most of the time.

I’M NOT AN IT DAMMIT.

I yelped as an arrow twanged into the ground next to my pale bare foot. I instantly skipped out of the reach of more arrows (More like jumped down a well, digging claws into the stone sides so as not to fall in the water.).

“Where’d she go?”

I held my breath, thinking about how awfully dusty it was for a well.

“I don’t know. Dammit, I almost got her with my arrow!”

Just my foot, you pansy. I’ve got another.

“We have to find her!”

Not down here.

“Let’s look in the well!”

DAMMIT.

Commence snapping wings open and flying out of the well at top speed. And knocking over a man with a bow. Whoa, watch the eye and sharp pointy objects. I like my eye.

“FIRE!”

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This is me. I’m known as Jaws by those who bother with names, and if I was to be put into a species category it would be demon. Yup, from Hell. Mm’hmm, there. Believe it.

It’s kind of suck to have wolf and dragons features sometimes, I must admit. Everyone thinks you’re rudding trying to kill them. Well, I suppose they have a reason, saying that most demons are trying to kill them, but honestly. Give me a chance.

Let’s just say I’m not like most demons. I’m not blood thirsty, nor do I listen to anything my ‘master’ has to say. (Pfft. Master. Ha.) I don’t go out to kill people. I’m peaceful, to put it quite simply.

I usually travel this world alone, though a certain warrior shadow elf follows me around whenever he can. I have numerous allies, just not as many as I have of enemies. Mostly animal spirits, elves, vampires, warriors, villagers, and a few other demons. So I usually have a place to stay in most larger villages or other places.

So hello. This is me. Back to the present, mm’kay?

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“You psycho arrow happy villager!” I screamed down, dodging the arrows flying at me random directions.

“Quiet, demon!” Eep. He’s lighting the arrow on fire.

“Fine!” I snapped, instantly shifting my wings and catching a thermal, spiraling up. I pulled myself out of the thermal and folded my wings, taking a fast swan dive straight for him. He screamed and jumped out of the way, dropping his crossbow and hitting the deck. I grinned (If slightly evilly for the crowd.) and instantly spiraled back up, pushing my wings down with force and taking off to the forest at the edge of the small village. I kept flying for a few miles before I stopped, landing gracefully on the ground in a grassy clearing. I sighed and closed my wings, running my hand through my short spiky hair. I dropped the now messed up trench coat I’d been wearing to hide my wings and tail on the ground, shaking my head wolfishly. I rubbed at my eyes for a moment before walking again, barefoot against the rough ground.

So begins my story.

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I hope everyone likes, though as I mentioned, I’m just writing this for fun.

This is the prologue. I might continue it, but I’unno.

Thanks mucho,

-Jaws